Mark
My chest is tight, and I can’t stop the rush of relief that hits me the second I see her standing there in the doorway. Barefoot, hair loose, that shirt of mine hanging off her shoulders like she owns it, like she owns this moment—and, honestly, like she owns me.
“Mel,” I breathe out, my voice low and rough. Relief and something warmer threading through it. “There you are.”
Sarah and Tony are still trying to process, moving in little bursts, frantic energy radiating off them, but I barely register it. All I care about is her.
“You scared us,” Sarah says, and I can hear the panic leaving her words now, turning into awe and relief.
I can’t stop myself. I close the distance, wrapping my arms around her, careful but firm, pressing my forehead into her hair. I feel her laugh against m
